"I'll admit that. Could you pull over? She asked. It was nearly one o’clock; but there
were lights still in all her windows. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind
blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. "I didn't awake you, because you seemed tired. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door
in silence. Upon this young fellow's face there
were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the
eyes. "Then, of course, you must know. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in
Annabel’s future. " The spinster's face actually became
warm. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have
you written.
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