“A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse excited whisper. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. So many distresses— so many joys coming at the same time are too much for me. ’ To Gerald’s relief, the entrance of the butler interrupted them, relieving him of the necessity to explain himself. Annabel entered. "It'll ease your mind. “I have heard of you, of course,” Anna answered hesitatingly, “but——” “You cannot imagine what I have come to see you about. Then he sensed the trap. ’ She flounced back to stare out of the window again. It was from Brendon. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair.
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