Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. “How do you feel?” she asked. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. ‘Has this capitaine of yours not yet rid us of this Emile? What can he find to say to him?’ ‘Don’t be impatient,’ Gerald said, rising too and coming to draw her away from the door. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully.
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