Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. She had no idea what she should do. Her eyes flashed. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. She would end alone. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office. See what crime does, Sir. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. ‘Then I am not mad in the least.
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