Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job. ” Anna shook her head. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. .
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