"Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically. He insisted once again on opening the car door for her. My father died a year ago, by the way. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure.
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