“Annabel at last,” he shouted. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. He’s terrible!”
“Dad!”
Lucy smiled at John. . ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you
confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your
grandfather, girl. "What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. Sheppard despairingly. Now I am sorry to
cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—”
“H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in
her hands, rocking back and forth. ”
“I’m sorry. For
she needed him. Perhaps it was
loneliness. ”
He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. Jonathan had not deceived him. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors
d’oeuvres.
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