” “And he accepted meekly?” “Practically. ” He left her where she was, crying in the doorway. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. His curiosity put itself into a question. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Until the last moment she was afraid. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks.
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