"But I am now coming to the point which most concerns you. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. I'll be at the Cross Shovels in the course of the day. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. It was impulsive and natural. ” Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. “The fact of it is, and this absurd project of yours only brings it to a head, you have begun to get hold of some very queer ideas about what a young lady in your position may or may not venture to do. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat.
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