” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. She had expected sympathetic admiration, but instead the whole Widgett family, except Teddy, expressed a common dismay. "No, Rollo; not this afternoon. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. “I’ll get a towel. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. She hastened past. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up.
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