Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. “Very sincerely yours, “ANN VERONICA STANLEY. ” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. The spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors engaged in it.
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