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A woman is supposed to know when a man is in love with her. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. Surely Capes was different. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. " "And what is that?" "I have relatives not far from Hartford. "Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters.
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