The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. ” “There was no need for such heroism,” Annabel said coldly. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. He rested his brow on his hand and conveyed magnificent tragedy by his pose. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. An influence of this description appeared to be exerted on the present occasion. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Beyond that everything was nebulous. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming.
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