Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. She backed away from him. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. He was all alone, like herself. ’ His brows rose.
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