It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She may be an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. CHAPTER XVII. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. ” He stood up and waited for her to move. Annabel, come to the door with me,” she added a little abruptly. Very slowly emerging out of a phase of stupefaction, these personal affairs and her personal problem resumed possession of her mind. ” “I suppose all men,” said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism, “get some such entanglement. You needn’t be in any doubt about it. Just now my best ones are all taken. To lose was death, quickly and mercilessly delivered.
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