The boat in which he rode was not overset. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. “Annabel,” she said brusquely.
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