“I am sorry. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. ” Annabel shook her head. She looked around the apartment for other people. "I was just going," said Thames. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion.
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