Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more.
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