‘Oh, peste. A sacrifice. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Beauty has bloomed and faded. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident.
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