Sheppard let fall her basket. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. Once in England, she made all haste to visit Remenham House. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. “What night will you dine and go to the theatre with me?—and how about Hurlingham on Saturday?” Anna shook her head.
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