I expect Mr. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. ’ A twinkle crept into Mrs Sindlesham’s eye. There was. But we were both pledged to secrecy, and I couldn’t reveal my part for fear that I would lose my place. “Call me Annabel. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me.
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