” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot. “You permitted me then to call you my friend. “Go on,” he said. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. She moved a little nearer to him. You are not ‘Alcide. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. “You must play for us again sometime. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee.
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