The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off.
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