’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. It slid off flimsily. Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. Drink for him had a queer phase.
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