The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. Folks don’t like ’em. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face.
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