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"Thank Heaven!" she gasped. He did not move. The order was promptly obeyed, and the horses proceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him. ‘Come inside at once, child. You will certainly be compromised. It was Annabel’s.
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