The Supper at Mr. ” Annabel gave a little gasp. ” “Okay. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. In the pause a door could be heard opening and closing on the landing up-stairs. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. And your great-niece.
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