Ennison stood still for a
moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. Annabel saw it,
and suddenly changed her tone. “Better state of mind,” she gasped. Lucy looked at her
reflection with a measure of awe. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she
said, “is because I like men. The scanty
furniture of the rooms corresponded with their dungeon-like aspect. ”
She laughed. "
"Well, if they send you to prison, I'll be outside when they let you go. . "Couldn't you speak to him?"
"What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!"
"That is it. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs,
very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised
above their chins. Grace-church Street was entirely
deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears;
or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. See paragraph 1.
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