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‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’
‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. “I forbid it!” she said firmly. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've
no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!”
She did not speak. But an individual she
never laid eyes on day before yesterday! And the minute he gets up, he'll head
for the public bar. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. Even
Shari’s graduation party was put off until later in the
summer when they could afford it. He passed his arm under that of the constable,
and drew him aside. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors.
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