47, straightening her hat and waiting for her luggage to appear. 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. “Act three. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield.
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