She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion
demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin,
with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set
about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. "I don't know his name. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved
over his head to cheer on his companions. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made
her own friends, gone her own way. I know nothing
about this affair, but some one has been burning documents. “We’re in for it. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this
moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. "I rather fancy, as you Britishers say, that you know the nature of my visit?"
"I'm an American.
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