Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. He was there concealed, waiting her return. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. I'll have my man Wu over here as soon as I can get in touch with him. That's well. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her.
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