"What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box, "that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. S. Her eyes followed him. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. A sea voyage under sail will be the making of him. I did not know what God had in mind then. ‘But on the off chance—slim, I grant you —that there is a spy down there, I don’t want to miss the fun. Annabel was in hiding all the time. It’s kind of the World War II thing. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life.
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