. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. I am loved. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. Voilà tout. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. She could not move. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. .
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