Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Melusine ran up the stairway after him, her point flailing to frighten him into allowing her access to the chapel. The wings stopped.
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