"I don't deserve it," he said, at length; "but I would have risked a thousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. It is of no use. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. Clothes. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. He had only to recall this fact (which he did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over. In the first place, Mrs.
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