Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. "Stir a foot, at your peril. The moment my escape is known, a large reward will be placed on my head. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away with marguerites. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. I tell you once more, I'll say and do nothing to get you into trouble. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00.
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