I'm a poor nurse. “Hotel Ritz!” Chapter XXXI ANNA’S TEA PARTY “I suppose you haven’t the least idea who I am,” Lady Lescelles said, as she settled herself in Anna’s most comfortable chair. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. There were some deepseated fears of the rot spreading to England, if the simmering discontent of the peasantry of France were to erupt any further. You will have lots of time on your hands. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was increased by Mr. ’ ‘I like that,’ Gerald protested.
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