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”
A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. ”
“You have not answered my question,” he reminded her. He had
done this a dozen times on the way from his office. The young male, as she had actually
seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. "Choose, Jack. ‘Bête!’
Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps
and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in
and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from
the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or
embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor.
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