In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. “You did a great job on my concerto today. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. ” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot. “I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair. “You have dyed your hair and darkened your eyebrows. “I may seem unduly— anxious. This is not honourable.
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