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It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. Fortescue?” “At your service. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. "What's that?" demanded McClintock. I will never wed you.
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