On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note
addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. He was now almost
driven to despair. You fell in at once with her quixotic and damnable
scheme of foisting her reputation and her follies upon your shoulders whilst she
marries a rich man and commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the
alley of mauve and purple. In the middle there was a gate. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning
on the charm again. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend
in safety. Think if
your own mother was alive!”
He paused, deeply moved. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate,
and to transcribe it in unuttered words. The knowledge breathed
into her heart a satisfying warmth. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d
been called in because of suspected intruders.
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