“Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. When you don’t have any toes left, I take your precious little cock. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked. To Capes he was almost deferential, and she had never seen him deferential in the old time, never. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
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