’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. Beneath the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. ” Anna nodded. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it.
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