But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner. “Not to-night,” she said. “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. You know you do, Annabel. I hate children. It’s not like we’re getting married. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it.
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