’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. ” “Thanks, honey. ” “Isn’t it. He got up. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time.
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