She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. Mr. Lucy? Come 177 on out. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. ” “I will tell him,” Lady Lescelles said. "Hey, you!" Ah Cum stopped and turned.
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