But they were old enough to
start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have
that. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew
from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. Wood's
astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. “Won’t you give
me your address?”
She shook her head. ”
“But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. So I made
haste and recovered. A white house that she often found
charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for
the coming winter. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack
would have been soft work.
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