” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. And now she was witnessing or observing the complicated machinery of civilization through which they had come, at length to land on the beach of her island. I hold a warrant from Mr. Here you only waste your time. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. " "For whom, Sir?" inquired Charcam. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Got detained in the City, and——” Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence. But I've an old friend on the way here, and he knows the game down there. ” 281 282 About the Author Kimberly Steele grew up in a suburb of Chicago, Illinois and currently resides in Naperville, Illinois. .
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