"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. ” “You have not told me yet,” Annabel said, “how it is that you have dared to personate me. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. I kicked the living shit out of him. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully.
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