It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. 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. Michelle greeted Mike with a smile. “He knows. ‘I’ve finished me report, sir,’ Trodger said aggrievedly. And so bitterly did the carpenter reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in search of it. Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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