“My dear boy,” she exclaimed. For a long time neither spoke again. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Somewhere in the world there was a book clerk with a discerning mind; for he had given her the best he had. . And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too.
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