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” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. Silence! Then Anna clutched her companion’s arm. "But, what of that? It'll be a lesson to him in future, and will show him the folly of doing a good-natured action!" But perceiving that his companion did not relish his pleasantry and fearing that his sympathy for the carpenter's situation might betray him into some act of imprudence, Jonathan, without further remark, and by way of putting an end to the discussion, let himself drop through the roof. ’ He laughed. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. Surely it was a dream. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. It doesn’t matter with me, but there are at least a dozen young women in Mr.
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