"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. ” The dinner came to an end at last, and the whiskered waiter presented his bill and evacuated the apartment and closed the door behind him with an almost ostentatious discretion. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. There is a new life, different from the old life of dependence, possible. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. But to England! What has happened, then?” Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away from the girl who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip of her patent shoe swing backwards and forwards. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him.
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