Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the
door. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him. The fates are never so kind to
me. ’
The lady stamped her foot. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. See!" she added, tearing the rag
from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. It is but a wild
threat. There were words,
then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there,
the exact opposite. Annabel
half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate,
shook the contents into it. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’
‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly.
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