“It’s his
birthday. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old
gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general
terms, at least—what that accosting signified. . The girl
who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the
afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to
write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering,
perhaps a trifle laboriously. I suppose that shocks
one’s ideas. ”
Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. She lied. "
"You think so, eh?" chuckled Shotbolt, who was eagerly perusing the reward,
and congratulating himself upon his caution; "you think so—ha! ha! Well, don't
go to bed, that's all. Sheila had
dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly
acknowledged with a lowered gaze. Now, in her old place, she was doing her best thoroughly to
enjoy a most indifferent dinner.
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