Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt. He kissed her fingers and grinned. His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. ” He threw his head back. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered.
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