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She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. Too late. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. He opened the drawer of the writing table. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. She made an abrupt personal appeal. She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. The child fell within a short distance of Darrell, who, hearing the splash, struck out in that direction, and caught it before it sank. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the problem of a woman’s life is love. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease.
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