Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. “Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me. Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey stopped him.
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