“Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the Diedermayer house. Your disobedience be upon your own head. He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. No means were neglected to accomplish this end. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. Quick, now.
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