“You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. Shari was snoring soundly. "They'll escape. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. “No, I’m fine. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear.
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