Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. The odd creak was not to be avoided in an old house such as this. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. “Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. White, who had risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna’s point of view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief.
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