His tone was rough, almost threatening. But some day she would
find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would
be flurries of snow blowing into her face. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off
on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. The servants had left the room. "
"By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. Let’s face it,
she hates Missy’s guts. But his role was altered, and he
was now playing the bridegroom in this remarkable drama. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation.
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