“Very,” said Mr. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. The barmaids had too strongly appealed to his sense of novelty. It was not a hard face, but it was resolute. Nigel Ennison, Annabel.
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