CHAPTER XXII. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. "That's odd. ” “Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. “I don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences— differences in social atmospheres. ‘Odd sort of a nun. ’ ‘What?’ squeaked Kimble. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. . I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance.
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