Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “I love you, Ann Veronica. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. I decided to go in and wait. The villagers were thronging to church.
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