CHAPTER XXVIII. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. “Not at all.
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