“Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. A woman has a perfect right to choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that there was something a little mysterious about your treatment of him. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. She wondered if the second part would overcome his objections? Several times the words had rushed to her tongue, to find her tongue paralysed. He embraced her fully. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets.
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