He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side started putting in overtime. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. "Raise your vice, and lave off coughin'," added Terence. Her eyes were wide and bright. Manning told her he loved beauty, and extorted a similar admission from her; he then expatiated upon his own love of beauty. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. We’ll go to the shops.
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