“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ’ ‘I’ve a good mind to leave the pair of you to it and take myself off,’ threatened his junior, marching across the room and snatching up a decanter. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. ’ ‘For God’s sake,’ protested his junior. But to England we will go. “What, you don’t think that you can afford it? Lucy, with your musical talent, you’ll get a full ride. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered.
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