Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. She fled. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. He seemed to be thinking hard. Stanley?” “I’ve fallen out with my father.
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