“Annabel!” she exclaimed. “I hope that you are going to allow me to see something of you during your stay in London, for the sake of old times. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. The theme was a masquerade. Marvel. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour.
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