He felt that he was getting on with her very slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. His smile faded. “Annabel;” he moaned. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. It was easy for him to see that she desired to be agreeable to him. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. Something drew you.
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