” Annabel rose and followed her sister from the room. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. I finally got my own set of house keys when I turned eleven. We struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm.
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