’ ‘How can I have more? You have taken my pistol. "So much the better," rejoined Sir Rowland. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. ‘This is not love, Marthe. ‘I kissed you once, didn’t I?’ Her pulses jumped and she stared. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling.
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