The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very fortunately was vacant. Youth finds it pleasant sometimes to be melancholy. Annabel entered. I don't care how lonesome it is. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune. I had no right to marry you. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. His hands came up, his face broke apart.
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