Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. ” She stirred gently in her chair. "He left an envelope with some money in it. “Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then.
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