E below. She had lost her nerve, and
there was no more freedom in London for her that night. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical. She felt her chest trying to
float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason
why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked
her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged,
into the hands of God. “I
think she would,” she decided. "Love me, love my dog! Because
I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had
just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin
Chen. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. “And yet,” he said, “you bid me talk cheerfully, or not at all. Adieu!"
And, snatching a hasty kiss, he darted after Jack.
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