The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. He had a great contempt for the sections the “theorizers” produced. Annabel, I was lying. “I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter. “Bother it all!” she swore. ‘But lay him down.
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