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Chapter III
ANNA? OR ANNABEL?
Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer
which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the
following evening. Ennison, if at all,” Anna declared
calmly. Near as idiot as this capitaine of yours. Long ago. “Sold again,” she remarked. "How?" cried her brother, starting. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez
retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the
feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich
auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too
much exposed. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. ”
“No? But it is very simple. My letters are
returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of
them. Then, seeing Melusine’s
feathered beaver had fallen to the floor, picked that up for her. So this is why I was chosen,
because of the babies. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed.
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