‘Who is to be angry with you now?’ ‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. He screamed in pain, doubling over with a howl as she stumbled out of the bed. Don’t, don’t say anything now, not anything. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. So you, Jacques, must go and wait for me with the horse. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress.
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