It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said. ” He bit, feeling the numb desire to maul her.
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