The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. We’re going in. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his inclinations. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. “Don’t be childish, Annabel. ‘But lay him down. just furtive meetings. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. It was neither good nor bad. He was struck disagreeably by Ramage’s air of gallant consideration and Ann Veronica’s self-possessed answers. This happened after he ate. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness.
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