He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. CHAPTER XVI. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. I wanted the time with you.
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