“You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!” This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter, the resemblance between them would have been complete. I have known Miss Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since her arrival in London. But you are Annabel. A wrathful God was watching him. They will guess that I am English. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. It had been a very long time. Neither of them believed me. She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving.
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