Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. I spent this afternoon in detention. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone.
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