He relayed many details of the location and the
beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. On the
present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on
his toilette. There was a very white-faced
youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner,
and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom
she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax
young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with
the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. He had but to give his orders. "
"I imagine I've been in a kind of trance. How on earth does it
concern you?”
Annabel laughed hardly. If
I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the
penetrating nastiness of the fog. “But I don’t see,” said Ann Veronica, “just how it fits the present situation. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not kidding at all.
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