Is it so, Annabel?” “I did not know,” she faltered, “anything about you. CHAPTER XVIII. “Let me get you some water, Annabel. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. "We work together no more.
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