168 < 20 > HISTORY OF AN ABDUCTION She had not seen him for hundreds of years. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. Every slight action is influenced by what he imagines would be the opinion of other people. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!" "I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her grasp. Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would. As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me. I put my foot down like—like adamant. I ought to be able to think things out. before them soldiers.
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