Threw it out. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. You must live for me. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. Her thought spoke aloud. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. Annabel believed it, came to England and married Sir John. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. . At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. And you will. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. Ennison paused by the little gate.
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