“I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. But I trusted to that ring of yours. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume.
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