But I can't consent to the course you would pursue—at least, not till I've given it due consideration. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. Anyone would be intrigued. “If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now.
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