The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. ’ ‘It’s already known,’ said Mrs Sindlesham, ‘judging by the number of callers we have had these two days. She ignored his question. The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of a fairy castle. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. Pah! What a pig is this générale.
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