Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. There was little fighting spirit here. ’ ‘Not dead, miss. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. ‘I wonder why the females of my acquaintance have absolutely no respect whatsoever for male authority?’ ‘Ha!’ came from Hilary. His hug became an embrace. You know you do, Annabel. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. ‘Jacques?’ she called.
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