” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. But it would serve. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. He was staring at her, openly gaping. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage.
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