” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. ” “Well, he was presumptuous,” Annabel remarked, “and he wasn’t nice about it. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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