“Well, I don’t think you told him as much as that, did you?” Lady Lescelles
asked. If you do not help me to read the riddle of
yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and
simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have
been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or
else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of
personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought,
would have made. Go to it. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. Be a
sport, and pile it all on me!"
He went to bed. I freely forgive you. These cogitations were
interrupted by the entrance of the doctor. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner.
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