“Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet particuliar with me?” He became radiant with anger. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. He seemed to deliberate. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. ‘Of course. It is dull—deadly dull. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. His client’s story is safe with him. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered.
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