Her thoughts took words for themselves. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Enchanted. But I have not done so, and will not.
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