I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. It is the only way. "I'm a detective; my ears and eyes have been trained to absorb all I see and all I hear. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. She opened and read it at once. And now her father said she must not go. The decision had been sound. Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips.
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