She snatched about in her mind. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it in a moment. And if one were to love some one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted most to see. He lost control of the machine. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Hang the wench! Roding was right. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. You don't realize what you have done.
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