The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Through no fault of her own.
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