” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. She covered herself with her arms. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. Frankly, it is the funniest thing which has ever happened to me in my life. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. " "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. ” Sir John was speechless. She cried out his name in ecstasy. “No,” said Ann Veronica, “but I want to know.
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