Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom
dame. The girl
had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. Why on earth
couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought
of return. He wore a French military
undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his
attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of
distinction. The door was fastened by a catch and a latch with an inside key, to which at
night a chain and two bolts were added. ”
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. How do you like the story?”
“Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it.
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