”
“May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my
errand here this evening?”
Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. Come down, I say, instantly, or I'll make you. "I've waited supper, you perceive. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. I do not blame you
for the act. “One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. “You have the temperament,” he said. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall.
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