Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of
your voice makes me drowsy. “Will you come in, Sir John. "Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily. "
"You will remain longer than you anticipate," muttered Wild. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. They rose as
she approached. "
"Come this way, Mr. But now confound it! how
can you prevent it? I will kiss you. ”
Anna glanced momentarily towards her sister, but Annabel neither spoke nor
moved. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he
could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him.
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