She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. You make me angry, and I lie. ‘Leave it, imbecile. You’ll need that. S. .
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