She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. " "Of what am I accused?" asked Thames, who though a good deal alarmed at first, had now regained his courage. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. She stepped backwards. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. Kneebone!" "That you would not accept him were he to offer—" "Be silent, Sir.
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