’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. He stood away from her. Charvill’s fury was burning out. Crocodile Tears. The doctor nodded. The simile started a laugh in his throat. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets.
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