"My name is Kneebone," added
the portly personage, stepping forward. If he wants you, let him get you. The natural gaiety of the place seemed
to have affected them both. It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had
suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. ”
Annabel’s hand stole into his. Wood. ”
She smiled, sure of herself beyond any pretending, into his troubled eyes. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. She gaped at its
keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned
upright. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. “But, my dear,” she began, “it is Impossible! It is quite out of the Question. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came
toward her. ’
‘By all means,’ agreed Lucy at once, and ignoring the automatic protest that
issued from Roding’s lips, she threw a command over her shoulder as she turned
to go.
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