It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a right pelter. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way.
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