” “Well,” Mrs. C. ” “Perhaps you don’t. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Leastways, she’d be your greataunt, wouldn’t she?’ Astounded, Melusine was just about to demand further information, when a commotion outside the room interrupted her. “One runs about,” said Ann Veronica. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford.
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