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“Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular
reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in
Paris, not Anna. "They tell me over here that the average Chinaman is honest. No! I
do not even know that he cares for me. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came
back to his cheeks. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use
of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his
father. ‘Lord in heaven, could it be so?’
‘Don’t look at me,’ exploded Hilary. ”
Annabel rose to her feet. The
fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant
demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. A phase of mental activity that men called courage: to summon at will this
energy which barred the ingress of the long cold fingers of fear, which cleared
the throat of stuffiness and kept the glance level and ever forward.
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