She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. , or that
she had a care in the world. Annabel believed it, came to England and married
Sir John. He had
not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat
dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. It was nearly one o’clock; but there
were lights still in all her windows. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were
brilliant. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me
relentlessly. ‘And this is not all,’ went on the lady, evidently determined to disclose all her
wrongs. “You did your best to kill me,” he said.
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