” A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. ‘I kissed you once, didn’t I?’ Her pulses jumped and she stared. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished the torch. " "Dying!" echoed the knight.
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