She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. ’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. ’ The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. . His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. I chose you for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your great beauty. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls.
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