"Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?" Ben inquired. It was Annabel who spoke. But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. “My charm of manner, I suppose. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. I might have told you the truth. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands.
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