" "Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon.
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