Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. They were filthy after the burial. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal.
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