Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. Taber is very ill. Ennison slightly——” There was a dead silence in the little room. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. A pig, yes, a little.
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