” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. But you belong to me—and I want you. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. . ” He was silent for a moment or two.
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