He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. "Auntie?" he cried. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. They had asked her to come to the first of the two great annual Fadden Dances, the October one, and Ann Veronica had accepted with enthusiasm. His exploits and escapes are in every body's mouth. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow.
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