’ She released the pistol which lay in her lap and gestured expressively with her hands. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order.
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