Her anger died and she eyed him. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. "As I said before, I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. ” “Rather! But I wonder why you don’t mean it?” “Because, I suppose, the other thing is better. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. ” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. You see, it's like this.
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