I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. ” “Rum,” said Ann Veronica. Annabel entered. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. She was chic, distinguished, unusual.
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