She rapped again, louder. ” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. No— no, it must never be. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. “Was I that bad?” He asked. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. But oh, how weary I am! I know.
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