"Let us fly from this frightful place. It was Annabel’s. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. Anna sprang lightly away across the street. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview.
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