In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. “Anna!” she repeated. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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