“But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. Then—then we shall be together. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. “You see, I will take your arm. You know they say, as, indeed, I have just quoted already, that all bad poetry is written in a state of emotion, but I have no doubt that this is true of bad offers of marriage. She could not help herself. Burn your palette and your easel. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. “Before I heard much Wagnerian music I heard enthusiastic descriptions of it from a mistress I didn’t like at school. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them.
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