“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. I hardly see you anymore. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes.
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