A sinister thought edged in. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. "Oh! if I had known this," he exclaimed, "what guilt, what remorse might have been spared me!" "Repentance comes too late when the deed's done," returned Wild, bitterly. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. ” “It is,” Annabel answered shortly.
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