“Very likely,” he answered. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant.
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