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“So it seems that I was wrong. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health
and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. She felt smaller and more adventurous even
than she had expected to feel. He kissed her at the
door. . The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with
blood and body as a mortgage. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from
his image and the idea of his presence in her life. Here he halted;
and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a
gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name
he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. ‘Troops?’
‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. We may be stopped. What does it matter? I am not a
pauper, Annabel. Observe it—a blue-serge coat.
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