She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. 207
She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. Why are you so anxious?"
"Oh, if you can't see your way…. I'll
proclaim his misdoings to the world; and, then, we shall see where he'll stand. The fragrance of
dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted
peacefully outside. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be
with her. Ann Veronica surveyed his sloping back for a moment, and then drew her
microscope toward her. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan
Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every
direction.
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