“But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. “Is this Montague Street, W. "
"I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation
belied her words. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she
exclaimed. But Enschede took them as they came, without question. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had
acquired. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without
raising her head. “Freedom! Citizenship! And the way to that—the way to everything—is the
Vote. “We shall try again later. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it
will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play
with words. ” She said, frozen to the floor where
she stood. Why didn’t I die? Why does
God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t
die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this
poisoned world! But most of all. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush.
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