Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. 1. ” “You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?” “Certain,” Courtlaw answered. "I'm afraid we'll have to dig into his trunk," he said. ” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. ‘I don’t want a list of all the nuns resident in your wretched convent.
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