They were only passers-by. “Not at all. I wanted the time with you. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. ‘I think you’ve gone stark,
staring crazy. The wounded man had
descended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it; but, finding
it impossible to force his way further, he turned to confront his assailants. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. She finished the olive and looked up. He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was a grand
piano. He smiled inwardly.
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