From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. Jolly nice girl, too. This is your choice. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an attempt at rescue.
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