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He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. He classified her as he seated himself. ” “Oh, no, please, no!” She reeled in shock and started 226 to back away from the open crypt. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. ” He contradicted himself by plunging into an exposition of motifs. He could have easily forced it, but preferred a more expeditious mode of reaching the roof which suggested itself to him. ” She went as far as her door, then turned to the window. ” “I can’t imagine what makes you fly out against everything like this,” said Miss Stanley to her niece. " "No! I have run away from my father.
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