“Sir John!” Annabel gasped. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this
unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never
seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness?
Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the
good, I would not take the bad. From
suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. He
made it impossible not to respond, his arms tightening
deliciously around hers. They want some fun, and
there isn't any. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again.
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