’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. “I did,” Anna answered. It was from Brendon. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. McClintock did not exaggerate his ability to read faces. ‘Is it such a terrible prospect? I will take care of you—as long as you obey me. He was nearly wincing. He had this thing for his twin daughters. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire.
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