The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. " "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. " "I see," remarked Kneebone. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. "Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. “I have just ordered a carriage for her. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose.
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