“Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. But her request was unheeded. You yourself, I am sure, recognize how impossible you have made it for me now to do anything of the sort. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by. At any rate, here I am, and here I shall be, twenty thousand feet above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God’s wind comes fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. But you are Annabel.
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