They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. It was your sister who married Sir John Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t it?” Anna nodded. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. “I hope you are going to Carey House.
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