CHAPTER I. ” He said. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. Afterwards we started for déjeuner in a motor. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. You will not be taunted if you return and everything that can be done will be done to make you happy.
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