CHAPTER XXVIII. " "Except me, dear," insinuated Edgeworth Bess. . ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. “La belle ‘Alcide,’ wasn’t it? Annabel Pellissier was her real name. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. “How did you know I haven’t been getting any sleep --?” “Oops, that’s my class. You intrigue me. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again.
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