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Chapter III
ANNA? OR ANNABEL?
Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer
which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the
following evening. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. ‘Where is Gérard?’
‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. He looked from the sword to the
dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "Quilt Arnold, is
that you?"
"It is, Sir," sputtered the janizary. "'Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie. And, in addition, she was now seeing and talking to Ramage almost weekly,
on a theory which she took very gravely, that they were exceptionally friends. She could
tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly
from the petite furniture. “There, there, now. ToC
Mr.
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