“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. ‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so. And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. I’d only get a pack of lies in reply. . “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. . ” Ramage reflected. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room.
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