You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?” “Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. Annabel thought, and thought again. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it.
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