Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. ‘What, miss?’ asked Jack Kimble from behind her. Spurlock advanced, the censer swung high.
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