I
thought that you were he. ”
“And he sat at my table,” Annabel said bitterly, “and yet he did not know me. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to
come. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. But I'll take care of her bill, if worst comes to worst. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own
sangfroid. But
you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county
magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he
aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor—
James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered
papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. "You shall see him
to-morrow. ‘You see now how dangerous it is to play this lone hand.
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