” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their relationship. “But I wanted to see you. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. She was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very charming and companionable—but with a difference—a great difference. ’ Melusine swung round and stared at him, while Gerald silently cursed. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane.
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