Montressor’s guests. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Prudence Remenham. ‘Let her go. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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