“That is very nice of you,” she said. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. It would have been very well if she had been some common creature who might have been bought off. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. At a turn in the road, he perceived Winifred looking anxiously towards him, and when she discovered him, she waved her hand. At a little distance from the party, sat a tall, sinister-looking personage, with harsh inflexible features, a gaunt but muscular frame, and large bony hands. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. “Call me Annabel. Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. Now when I tell you exactly the truth, you will also not believe me. That is what they think we are for!” “We’re beasts,” said Teddy. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. At first she thought that the woman was just a servant.
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