” “Why on earth—? A man ought to be labelled. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. Don't be frightened of her. ’ She bestowed a dazzling smile on Roding, who had reddened to the gills at these words. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride.
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