His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. Better check on
Remenham House, I suppose. The huge, newly remodeled brick house was crammed
full of people reeking of beer, vodka, and tequila. "
"Thames!"
"Have I said anything to offend you?"
"Oh! no. "
"Shall I tell you a real story?"
"Something you have seen?"
"Yes. She guarded her mother,
or at least she had liked to think so. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked,
throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. "Is it
indeed you, or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see
you. Each became frightfully aware of
the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek,
of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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