Nice position. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Could she understand what she was talking about? Luckily it was a second-class carriage and the ordinary fellowtravellers were not there. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. ” He looked at her with white, set face.
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