His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each
encounter. She
remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly
that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. They have no ideas what to do with us. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors
d’oeuvres. . " Then he
became merciful. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair,
while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. ’
There was a silence. Then he threw the letter at me. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think
that I know you, do I?”
“I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be
encouraging. ”
A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy
forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor
little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. ”
“Relaxation, perhaps.
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