‘Fiddle, Gerald. His hand went with an almost instinctive
inquiry to his jawbone again. “Hotel Ritz!”
Chapter XXXI
ANNA’S TEA PARTY
“I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she
settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. "That's a fine tale," said Spurlock. Carried out to sea by Van Galgebrok,
and thrown overboard, while struggling with the waves, he had been picked up
by a French fishing-boat, and carried to Ostend. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which
she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly,
unperturbed by the gore. "
"Save us!" exclaimed Wood. Keep your eye upon the lad. So he resolved to try another tack.
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