She cocked her head. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. It was Annabel who spoke. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. “Why should it matter?” he said. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily.
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