Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. “It may not be just and so forth, but, after all, it is how things are.
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