” “He imposed on me,” Annabel continued. ’ He regarded her thoughtfully. Mademoiselle has had no harm of me,’ Gerald said soothingly and bowed. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly.
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