Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. "But, though the storm has spared him, I will not. It isn’t. As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always coconut-laden proas making the beach.
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