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“Annabel Pellissier is known to most of us. ‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. ‘You’re either mad, or in love. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Selecting a key from the heavy bunch committed to him by Austin, he threw open the door, and beheld Blueskin seated at the back of the small chamber, handcuffed, and with his feet confined in a heavy pair of stocks. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. What was the matter with Spurlock that was to keep him in bed three or four weeks? He would dig that out of the hotel manager. As for me, if they don’t at least help a little with college I’m leaving and I’m never coming back. Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative. Three more people came to meet them at the door. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. “I was never so clear in all my life as I have been in this business.
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