“Why not?” “Because you are mine. ’ The dagger was in her hand. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment.
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