‘I doubt it. But she made no answer. “I feel shabby and disgraced. Thames Darrell MUST die. It's precisely what such a simpleton would do. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Poor little one.
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