“Sir John!” Annabel gasped. The note-passer lagged behind with her. It was Blueskin. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. A quick flush stained her cheeks. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. ‘But I have told you.
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