He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. You denied it, remembering that I had called myself Anna. It hardly served his interests. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" "The first day you came.
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