Is it so, Annabel?” “I did not know,” she faltered, “anything about you. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. And let us go on with our evening. Vite, I pray you. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. ’ It seems that I was mistaken. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters.
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