” She looked away from him. Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a moment to the Hollander. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. Is it so, Annabel?” “I did not know,” she faltered, “anything about you. ’ ‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully.
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