When the twins had first come to live in the
208
house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying
for food. Michelle had warned her of the girl, calling her
“Bitchster”. “But
I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—”
“Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. She was always asking questions
about her mother and supplying the answers. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. She screamed at Sebastian. For that matter, my future be
damned.
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