"Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. "But I'll yet disappoint you. You are the woman I love, Anna. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. ‘Leave it, imbecile. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock.
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