For a moment
O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. Sir John heard gossip about us—about Anna the recluse, a paragon
of virtue, and Annabel alias ‘Alcide’ a dancer at the cafés chantants, and
concerning whom there were many stories which were false, and a few—which
were true. “They say there are spots on the sun. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had
watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. Her birthday was
four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five
pounds. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a
highly meretricious quality caught her eye.
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