I'm going through his pockets. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. I have been insulted, and cursed at, and threatened with both pistol and dagger. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times.
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