" "That's right, Captain," cried Blueskin. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. ‘Long enough for you to see Frith for me. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money.
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