But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. You don’t understand. “Cheer up, Annabel. ” And then ahead of her she saw the radiant and welcoming figure of Manning. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. ‘You would have a history of my life? Very well. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart.
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