Somebody to depend upon her;
somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. Was this the result of some strange
experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different
order of being. I jumped then—I
was not even shaken. ToC
That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern,
called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her
mudhook in the bay. “Anna,” he said, “you make it all indescribably hard for me. “DON’T!”
she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. She held out her arms to him and smiled. Men ought not to
idealize any woman. She repeated phrases of Mrs.
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