” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. "You will not make it valueless in my eyes," he added, catching her in his arms, and pressing her to his breast. ’ ‘That depends, that does,’ said Trodger guardedly. “So how about this Friday?” He asked. I always fall on my feet, you know. " "Funny, about that coat.
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