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She went to her own table and sat down. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. ’ ‘You are not on my side at all, and it will be better that, instead of saying such things to him, you would say them to yourself. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. I'll show you the Shamien; and we can talk all we want. ” 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. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice.
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