She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica,
“May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before
Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. Supper was
spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. What sort of proof? There are no
papers at Remenham House. ”
“God, Lucy, you’re always so serious! I was only
joking!” She pulled her underwear on and fiddled with
the legs of her tight jeans. “Mr. I’ve got imagination. ’
‘A French ghost?’
‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had
rejoined, his tone affronted. “Mere sensuality. Anna, you
shall not go. “But if you had?” she said. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed
hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a
bear. "
"Pshaw!" cried Thames. Your sister! Great God, how like
she is to what you were!”
Annabel looked around her nervously. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword.
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