” She stopped with an air of interrogation. ’ ‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully. ‘It does not seem to me that you can be an emissary for that pig. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. ” She sat motionless, with her hand tightening over the edge of the table, and he, too, said no more. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. Lose no time. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Men usually do. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice.
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