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Wood. ” He stared at a little eddy. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. "Where?" "That can wait," she answered. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. But her request was unheeded. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. Having secured this implement, he burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally spring into the clockfaces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the pantomime,—that is, back foremost,— broke into a fit of loud and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the boards. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved.
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