"Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the
noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. ’
‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait
ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. “I must read him when I come out. I'll have a
peep at him, if I die for it," she muttered, as she went out. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. ”
Michelle looked at her friend in suspicious awe. Brendon
suggests supper at the Carlton. She was retuning,
fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door
like milk. He’s nice. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical.
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