“It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. 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. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. "Your name is Spurlock?" "It is. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her.
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