The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. My only love is for my poor lost son. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. "It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan," said Wood, in a voice of much emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays me for all I have done for you. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. Tell me why you ran away from the convent.
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