She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had
appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to
dry in the kitchens. "
And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke. Jonathan caught her in his arms. ‘Jarvis Remenham was your
mother’s father. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He had
just passed through a terrific physical test. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. I should as soon think of
trusting a woman. 277
“I was beginning to think that I would never see you
again, Lucy. Mr. ”
“Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange
of identities between Annabel and myself. He went over his interview with her again, their
conversation at dinner-time. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her
head. He grunted, and his
grip gave. He thrust out a rhetorical hand.
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