A crisis of some
kind was toward. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. ”
“For the others,” Annabel said tearfully, “that is well enough. The
ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer
quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was
relaxed. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued
her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all
that Gerald was certain she knew of men. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must
have known he was that.
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