The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. . He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. These women could not be bad, else the hotel would not have permitted them to enter! Still, the scene presented a riddle: to give immunity to the black women who went about all but naked and to damn the white for exposing their shoulders! She had eaten but little; all her hunger had been in her eyes—and in her heart. Thanks. " "I'v not failed," returned Jack, angrily; "but we've done too much. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. "That's well," replied Wild, entering the house, and fastening the door. “Call me Annabel.
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