"I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. F. Kneebone will excuse you. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. Annabel, I was lying.
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