" CHAPTER XI. ” “Well, he was presumptuous,” Annabel remarked, “and he wasn’t nice about it. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. Yet, I suppose that at the present moment I am the most envied man in the room. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. She still had her letter of credit. I forget.
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