"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. “—but this cannot be. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book.
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