’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. “Call me Annabel. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. Never sent for the shirt. ‘Pray do not trouble yourself, Saling.
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