If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. F. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay.
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