The Princess opened her eyes at the sound of her maids approach. She turned her head impatiently toward the door.
- Did I not say that I was on no account to be disturbed this afternoon?
- Annette was the picture of despair.
- Eyebrows and hands betrayed alike both her agitation of mind and her nationality.
Annette, she said coldly, did you misunderstand me?
📘 Jeanne of the Marshes
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