” “I thought I explained—” “I don’t think you can have heard me,” said her father; “I have told you to come home. ” “If it were all true,” he said doggedly, “it may still be possible. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. She lunched at a creamery in Great Portland Street, and as the day was full of wintry sunshine, spent the rest of the lunch-hour in a drowsy gloom, which she imagined to be thought upon the problems of her position, on a seat in Regent’s Park. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. ” Annabel laughed hardly. I don’t feel it. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his wife.
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