About this conception of ownership he perceived and
desired a certain sentimental glamour, he liked everything properly dressed, but
it remained ownership. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. “Why not?”
“Because you are mine. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. She passed people in
the streets and regarded them with a quickening apprehension, once or twice
came girls dressed in slatternly finery, going toward Regent Street from out these
places. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall
ever make me give you up. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate.
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