Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made
her own friends, gone her own way. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing
nigh. Terrific yells rent the air. Mischief bubbled
up in her. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a
sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the
old dome works once every so often. Manning as they talked. ’
‘As if you could stop her. We dine at seven-thirty. He has told me
sufficient of you—"
"My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake—"
"I will speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I will tell
this worthless creature what I know about her,—and what I think of her. Their idea of maidenly
innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine.
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