I have never told you so, or Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. ” 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. In Singapore that had been her only dissipation: a dozen pairs of silk stockings. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. Rank ingratitude, I call it.
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