But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. ” “It is odd that this man at the hospital should call himself Meysey Hill,” she remarked. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end.
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