The horror of those few minutes was still with her. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. She was struck by a change in his appearance. Sir James Thornhill, then, rose. " "Perhaps that was it. I have very few friends in Paris. "If I were so, I should not be here," returned Trenchard. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake. Annabel, come to the door with me,” she added a little abruptly. Her aunt went off at a tangent. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently.
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