The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. “There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment,” she told herself, “and
that is how to pay my next week’s bill to Mrs. ”
“Possibly—bit by bit. But she was disturbed,
mysteriously disturbed. I came to see you on my own account. Giles's was lined with spectators. Ireton will do no such thing," replied the head-turnkey. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. "Won't you be persuaded, Joan?" he added, making a similar offer to Mrs. ”
She put her face closer to his.
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