” Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. " "You will never become that, Ruth. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp.
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