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Anne was busy in the garden when a message was brought out to her that a lady had called to see her. Regretfully leaving her job in the strawberry beds, Anne went inside expecting to see one of the members of the Women’s Institute. Instead she found a stranger, a neatly turned out young woman in a well-cut suit, with a Henry Heath hat pulled on at just the right angle.
“Miss St Cyres?” The visitor’s voice was a pleasant one, rather deep pitched—certainly not a Devonshire voice.