" Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. His fingers closed upon her hand. I am. Sheppard. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. ’ Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest.
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