Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed.
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