“It is a hateful story. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. "I've often heard of a secret door in this room, though I never saw it. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night.
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