She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Her pulses began to race. "When did you see him, my love?" "A short time ago," replied the housekeeper, unsuspiciously. He sent me home. “No!” she exclaimed.
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