Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. Wood in their favour. ‘I see that Leonardo was right. Earles drew out his cheque book. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. “Quite on my own,” she said. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. Mr. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Melusine ran to catch at his arm.
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