Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. Mere hangers on. Wood was not particularly fortunate in his own matrimonial connections. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. An unhappy little sigh escaped her. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. Wild's dwelling without apprehension, or quitted it without satisfaction.
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