” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. A. But the great point was still unaccomplished. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ came from the lady in a furious tone, before the astonished Roding could respond. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant.
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