Tell
him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. It might be dangerous to thwart him. They went on talking
in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he
listened and pretended to read the Times. ”
It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address,
mademoiselle,” he said curtly. She obeyed, extending her arm. . "What is it?"
"The night," she answered. Stay where you are, Mr. He stopped abruptly. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. And yet
to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. ”
Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone.
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