Annabel, I was lying. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. 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. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. I must provide for my safety. 269
They pulled up to the same spot where Michelle’s and
the young man’s bodies were, already attracting dust and
creeping bugs in the pit. . Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions,
incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the
windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. Suppose he stopped all her allowance,
made it imperative that she should either stay ineffectually resentful at home or
earn a living for herself at once. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. ‘I thought, you see,
that we might as well enter by the same way our intruder had done. Yet you
can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. . Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity.
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