\" He leaned at a steeper pitch. "You shall see him to-morrow. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. "Where?" she cried. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine.
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