Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. She confronted him with his own double-standard. " "Fine! I'll be wanting a guide. It is you who took my name, not I yours. "Certain. . Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. " "Shall I tell you a real story?" "Something you have seen?" "Yes. And immeasurable was the calm evolved from this knowledge. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. I’ve been waiting a long time for you.
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