He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. “You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. You simply can’t. Later on—well then the time may come. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously.
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