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They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. . Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday. Jonathan, in all probability, knows nothing of these packets; and their production may serve to intimidate him. Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. “Really, Vee, you seem to have advertised our relations pretty generally!” “They—they knew, of course. “My name is Anna Pellissier, sometimes called Annabel. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. She went to her own table and sat down. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house.
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