“It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. “Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. But now that this bar is removed, I trust I may, without impropriety, urge it. “Glad to see you in London. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. There you are, the best client’s chair. . He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. .
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