She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. “Call me Annabel. Even now I do not understand. ” It was certain that he was not there. ‘Ha! Just the person I want.
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