"No matter how much I tell of myself, I shall always keep something back. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. " Three persons only were left in the room. But this was but a momentary gleam of personal application, and at this time she followed it up no further.
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