Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring serious risk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which he felt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house in Giltspur Street. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. They are long gone. And then as we went down you’d try to explain. They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other.
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