'" "What is that?" she asked. Miss Annabel is her sister. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. To-night all London believes that he was your husband. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. ’ His brows rose. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. "My head fairly turns round.
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