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An ugly flush stained his cheeks. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. ” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. “I confess it. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall.
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