There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day. Least of all myself. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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