Turning to Melusine, he grabbed both her wrists and held her away from him, as if afraid that she might go for him. ’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. ” Chapter III ANNA? OR ANNABEL? Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the following evening. The young man had knocked over the siphon. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue.
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