She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. John, I have something to say to you. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. I have suffered him to be brought up decently—honestly; because I would make his fall the greater, and deepen the wound I meant to inflict upon his mother. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs.
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