Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. No doubt there’s some little mistake. Like a trollop in heat. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished.
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