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“Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. . ”
Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. ” She turned away. It still failed in something. It was hard to part with romance, but she had never thirsted so keenly to go on
with her University work in her life as she did that day. The soi-disant
Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table,
its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. "
"Nay, if you're bent upon this folly," observed Wild, who appeared to have his
own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’
It was a portrait. ”
The dinner was admirable as a dinner; nothing went wrong, from the golden
and excellent clear soup to the delightful iced marrons and cream; and Miss
Stanley’s praises died away to an appreciative acquiescence. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey
XVII.
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