There
were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that
gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that
deportment and breeding are after all things apart. I have—run away. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. “What else was I to do?”
For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very
quickly. Fairbanks, AK,
99712. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw
there strange things. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are?
Why all the secrecy?”
She looked beyond the farmhouse.
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