Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. " Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. 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. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. She had never felt so acutely the desire for free initiative, for a life unhampered by others. ’ She was about to develop this theme, when Jack’s gaze became fixed, and his expression changed. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. That is easy. Even your family. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Of you—an angel with one wing.
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