. ”
Mr. “One hardly knows—all the time. If the boy did not love the girl, why the devil had he
dragged her into this marriage?
Spurlock was a bit shaky bodily, but his brain was functioning clearly; and, it
might be added, swiftly—as the brain always acts when confronted by a
perplexing riddle. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!”
She did not speak. "
The girl's blood ran warmly for a minute. Will you be a faithful and honest
wife? Will you do your duty by him, and forget all your past follies? Unless,
Annabel, you can——”
“Oh, I will pledge you my word,” Annabel cried passionately, “my solemn word. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere
apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and
heavy mahogany furniture. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and
cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable
resemblance to her. One day I can be a Gothic chick,
and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. Spurlock had found the typewriter, oiled and cleaned it, and began to practise on
it in the night.
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