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After a brief conversation, which Sheppard
sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and
addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. "You had better let me convey her to Dollis Hill," he said. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray
flannels appeared. Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by
strangling you. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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