It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive. “She was the High Priestess who turned me in Greece, before Rome. ” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. "How very fortunate it is," he observed, "that I happened to call upon Mr. He had deliberately saved it for last. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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