She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. \" \"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I have nothing to bring home today. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. He closed the door. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!" CHAPTER XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow.
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