Tell him the truth, Annabel. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. " There was another pause. . ’ ‘But, no,’ She dimpled. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. It did not seem quite fair. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand.
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