. Kneebone cordially on the
shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering
an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. I have only just left Wych Street. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. How on earth does it
concern you?”
Annabel laughed hardly. ‘A
convenient desire, Mademoiselle Charvill. 97
“For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to
one side. But it is only fair to warn you that it isn’t
expected. And here she was—in a mess
because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man.
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