‘That’s better. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. Brendon,” he said, “may I rob you of your guest just for the drive home? I have only a few hours in England, and Miss Pellissier is an old friend. Have you anything to tell me before you go?” Annabel laughed lightly. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “She must be warned. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. “You mustn’t say anything more to your mother, Michelle. You need not be afraid. What you did is called manslaughter, and at the worst there is only a very slight penalty, nothing to be frightened about in the least. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees.
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