I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. “I have a message from your sister. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly as you can. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. “You did not wish to see him particularly this evening, then?” Anna hesitated. “She told you that?” “Yes. " "So am I. And I don’t.
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