"I hope you don't imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. That is so awful. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. Brendon was silent. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. The theme was a masquerade. Let us be gone. She always managed to get back to the bungalow before he did.
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