CHAPTER XI. And it had not shocked her! It was this appalling absence of indignation that had put terror into her heart. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. “She thinks that Missy is trying to turn me into a punk or a Goth. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. And mind you don't arouse his suspicions. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight.
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