"Fire! That was what drew me to you in the beginning. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. "All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht. ‘I’ll send one of my men to see you here this very evening. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. Part 2 They received the guests in their pretty little hall with genuine effusion.
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