” Lucy retorted, “Well, I’m not going to make the yearbook anytime soon dressed like this, am I. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. I have unfinished business. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. She gurgled. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. Me, you may have.
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