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“Go on!” “People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the virtuous and Annabel the rake. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. So I've grown hard—outside. He looked no longer at his wife. For a time they were very difficult. ” “Don’t tempt me,” she said, laughing, and drawing her opera-cloak together. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear.
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