Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. ’ There was a pause. ’ Gerald eyed her. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. His blood would be sweet with it. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. " "I should like to satisfy myself on that score," rejoined Wild, drily. ’ ‘That is silly. He liked to be near me, he liked to be near any female, especially a young female. It was clear by the look on her face that she decided to leave the house immediately. ” She laughed at him easily and mirthfully. 238 < 30 > IN BED John drove her home after school nearly every day.
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