"I've won, after all. Kneebone's door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not detain me five minutes. The halls are on the lookout for something new. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love.
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