ome through unscathed, and his white flannels revealed a lithe, careless grace of figure. When he lifted his head to look up the street there was a certain arrogance in the movement--a hint of impetuous self-will that was attractively characteristic. The irritable drumming of long, sensitive fingers on the table-top, while he scanned the head-lines of the paper, was characteristic, too.
Suddenly a cool little hand descended on his restless one.
"You can stop beating the devil's tattoo on that table, Tony," said an amused voice. "Here I am at last."
He sprang up, regarding the new-comer with a mixture of satisfaction and resentment.
"You may well say 'at last'!" he grumbled. Then the satisfaction completely swamping the resentment, he went on eagerly: "Sit down and tell me why I've been deprived of your company for the whole of this blessed day."
Ann Lovell sat down obediently.
"You've been deprived of my society," she replied with composure, "by some one who had a bet
Eliot gets jilted and he loses faith in women and renounces them forever but then he meets Ann. But can he trust her enough to risk his heart again?
A wonderful book that I really enjoyed.
Very enjoyable read