"I never had a pet. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. "These writer chaps are queer birds. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna’s presence. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. Now, you know where he is bound. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. ” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes.
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