Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. . . ’ ‘We!’ said Hilary witheringly, and went off as Gerald laughed and turned back to the lady. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. "I have no sympathy," replied Prudence, "with a man who deliberately fuddles himself with strong drink. But this made the chase all the more exciting. Now go. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Wonderful! The water, dripping from you, must have looked like pearls. In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this.
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