Lucy looked about confusedly. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. \" She sat down on a nearby bench. ” 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. This way, Sir Rowland. . Wood. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword.
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