“May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. Happy Thanksgiving. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. Some day I shall come back, and I will show you on canvas the things which have come to me up here amongst the eternal silence.
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