Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. ” “You have seen her—since last night?” “Yes. It was among artistic people. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. The light would betray us. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. " "As many as you please, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, resuming his seat. “Ever yours, “ANNABEL.
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