Ramage, that iron-gray
man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray,
astride of a black horse. ”
“Alive,” Annabel moaned, her eyes large with terror. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if
impatient of restraint. She had
just managed to reach it, grabbing for the handle, when the enemy’s cracked
command halted her. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping
away. "When I parted from you at Mr. ’
Melusine’s eyes flashed. It’s awkward,
but we’ll get round it somehow. He then unfolded his choice and held it before her face.
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