She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. ‘What do we do now?’ Gerald took a pace towards the girl. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than embrace them. “I don’t know much about the technique of music,” he said at last, with his eyes upon her.
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