” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Anna sat quite still for a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding.
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