Wood could stand it no longer. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked.
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