“He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. I will pray for you. Considering how little he lets her have. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again.
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