Hope reared. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided.
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