She was wearing a
becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for
several hours at least. Annabel saw it,
and suddenly changed her tone. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind
knocked out of him. ‘Looks like it. "
The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. She was writhing
to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s
damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her
right. Kneebone, he took his
departure. And from that they came back by way of the Kreutzer Sonata and
Resurrection to Tolstoy again. ’
‘That wasn’t my fault. ”
“Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and
then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. He looked distant, irritated. "
"Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded!—talk!
"If you want to. More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the
most amusing thing in London at the present time.
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