On the left lay the heights of Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the position of the metropolis. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators.
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