I can’t even make myself care. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly embroidered yoke. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet.
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