‘Though we might have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. “See you. “He says you are frigid, Madame. Silly, isn’t it? Undisciplined. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. When she confessed all this to her charge, telling the now grown up babe that there was no hope in the world of establishing any claim, she very soon discovered her mistake. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost.
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