“Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. She had heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given her. Gianfrancesco never suspected that I had my own reasons for wanting you for my wife. "It's runnin' a great risk. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her father. It must be somewhere hereabouts. ” “It was a mistake,” she faltered. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. Get it off your soul.
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