You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ” He took his place by her side, and they talked lightly of London, the shops and people.
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