“It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Why was she noting things like this? Capes seemed selfpossessed and elaborately genial and commonplace, but she knew him to be nervous by a little occasional clumsiness, by the faintest shadow of vulgarity in the urgency of his hospitality. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. He said that his life was boring and stupid without her. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. " "Ha!" ejaculated Trenchard. "I have no sympathy," replied Prudence, "with a man who deliberately fuddles himself with strong drink.
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