“Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. She pushed. "I'll soon settle this business. “Not at all. She's my mealticket. . He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. He thought her only an orphan in search of her English relatives. ‘I know you, Gerald. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning.
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