The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Still, it was true about men. It could not be she who had done this. I’ll drive you home once my buzz goes away.
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