Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made the price of her dowry look paltry. We have him as safe as a linnet in a cage; and could wring his neck round as easily. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. But we get over it. This accident rather confirms than checks my purpose. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. In a moment, Roding and Lucilla joined him. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled.
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