Chapter XVI
THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN
Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. ”
He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. . Annabel, I cannot
believe it. A faint buzz above the ceiling witnessed that
petrography, too, was active. His features
were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little
shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy
contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of
substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own
dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that
distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which
we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. ‘Until today. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked
quietly. ”
Lucy relied. Murder had become nothing to her. ‘Let go!’
‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded.
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