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He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. “The father was in the army, and got a half-pay job at St. . \"I'd like some popcorn. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. I am your very dutiful niece, aunt, and your most devoted sister, Annabel. ” She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. You can if you will. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine.
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