She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. ‘I must. You don’t understand. " "As many as you please, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, resuming his seat. Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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