The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. 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. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. 2. Gerald looked at it, then at her face. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause.
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