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Annabel saw it,
and suddenly changed her tone. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day:
an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper
meed of sympathy. The lips of the mask twisted
upward into a smile. The Jacobite daws
want a scarecrow. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must
know. "
CHAPTER V. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the
packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were
plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. She saw her
discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. But I swear she ain’t told me
nothing more, sir. Ennison spoke at last. How did you like Tristan?”
Ann Veronica paused the fraction of a second before her reply came.
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