He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. . ”
Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. "If you don't stop its squalling, I
will. "
"So I perceive," said Ruth, withdrawing her hands. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound
books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Here he halted;
and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a
gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name
he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. He brought another small loaf, and a can with
which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would
get nothing further till morning. ” She said.
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