‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. They ought to put a lamp. “Pray accept my apologies. 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. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. She was shifting, moving back. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. “Will you come in, Sir John. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words.
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