Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a dog. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. We're to be given a treat to-night. ’ A giggle answered him.
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