He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. ” “Then you had better ring the bell,” she declared, laughing. " "I'll not forget it. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. “I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded.
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