“All right, Dunster,” he said. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. ” He leaned back for his soup. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. Moreover, atrociously and inexorably, he allowed it to appear ever and again in horrible gleams that he suspected there was some man in the case. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. . “And you brought her a man, I presume. ” He receded from her. " "You might have added 'then'," said Miss Spurlock, drily. But I suppose as I’ll have to wait until you can hear me to tell you again. Perhaps I'd better open it now.
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