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. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. For a time she promenaded the room. ” “Think not,” that young man remarked laconically. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs.
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