Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. Amongst others who came to see him, was a Mr. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. ” Anna laid down her serviette.
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