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Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. ” She tried to sound
convincing as she looked away hotly. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. “There’s morbid beauty,” said Ann Veronica. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the
possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and
blotched as though she had run through fire. . She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. ’
The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow.
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