For a long time neither spoke again. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places. He changed his mind however, and simply motioned to her to proceed. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive part. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead.
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