"Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. “Thank you. ” “I promise. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. The spirit of disaffection was busy throughout the kingdom. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring.
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