The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Here was a thundering blow. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often.
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