“Time for my Patience,” she said. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone.
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