Annabel entered. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. "Look at him!" Ruth looked. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. In a sense it alters nothing. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong.
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