”
“Only you won’t let me live. It clicked and the bookshelf was
once more intact. After a
certain amount of manœuvring, however, he was induced to crawl around, and in
a few minutes came to stop again before a tall brightly-painted house, which
seemed like an oasis of colour and assertive prosperity in a long dingy row. Sir
John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself,
a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a
waiter. Going involved two things that all Ann Veronica’s tact had been ineffectual to
conceal from her aunt and father. The atmosphere at dinner
was not propitious. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. . If you noticed, our house is
fairly close to the road.
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