266 She peered up at him. I will never wed you. "Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. But to England! What has happened, then?” Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away from the girl who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip of her patent shoe swing backwards and forwards. Ramage, by a hundred skilful hints had led her to realize that the problem of her own life was inseparably associated with, and indeed only one special case of, the problems of any woman’s life, and that the problem of a woman’s life is love. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. "I've done with you.
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