” Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps. Cased and ribbed with stone, and braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for centuries. It was not quite the search I intended,’ he said with a touch of selfmockery as he released her, ‘but success comes in all sorts of unexpected ways. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting. But what are you doing here?” “Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me go.
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