Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. We have only those phantoms called memories, which are the husks of dreams. She gave tongue to the most urgent of her plaints. CHAPTER VIII. “Yes. Torment! And so Ruth discovered him. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions.
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