Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. That is easy. ‘It is nothing. This costume, though somewhat extravagant, displayed his slight, but perfectly-proportioned figure to the greatest advantage. And, if you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time.
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