John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. In all this world there was no sacred ground that said to her: Return! She was of all human beings the most lonely. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. .
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