’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. ” “Very well,” Anna said.
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