"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. ’ ‘How shocking,’ Gerald returned, grinning. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. ” “Very well. I'm sorry. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. “Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. He kissed her fingers and grinned. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she paced about her favourite retreat.
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