She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. Wood," urged Jack. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her.
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