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‘Maman?’ ‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. ” “Mr. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy. Wood. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. Quilt was not long in following his example. He stood up and she ushered him out of the small room.
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