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“I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long
to be remembered. "Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. Strewn across the bed was a
multitude of jumbled garments. The touch of his lips
neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were
clean. Sensing his
discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem
of her gray miniskirt. “Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. ‘Go on, Gerald. Oddly, Sebastian chose to be charioteer.
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