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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter. It was, in his opinion, the most astonishing letter he had ever read. ” “I thought I explained—” “Come home!” Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. It was a duel, you understand, and that is not permitted. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. “You silly fool,” he said.
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