"Continue the proceedings. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. But beyond "amicable agreement in which mutual concessions are made," the word "compromise" was as blank as the Canton wall at night. “Am I becoming reasonable or am I being tamed? “I’m simply discovering that life is many-sided and complex and puzzling.
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