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. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. Once, when he thought he had done so, he smiled an ingratiating smile. Will you take it in to him?” The young man smiled in a superior manner. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. Book. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river.
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