He felt her observance and warmed to it. “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. Hold your hand for a moment. I’m taking no chances. ’ But I
made sure it was you. He figures them out, though. “And even then—”
The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. ”
“They were my posters,” Annabel said. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least
of all that confounded French.
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