“Did he tell you, Annabel?”
“Yes. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco
had remarried. A fierce
struggle ensued. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. As
soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the
unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden
churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the
weight of his affliction. Annabel
half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate,
shook the contents into it. "Ah!
but," said I, "there's a great deal in being hanged. Here was one of those Americans
who would make him breathless before sundown. Mr. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. ’
‘Damn you, answer me!’
Her eyes flashed.
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