"Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. "I thought you'd have got rid of your ill-humour by this time. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. She heard them diving after her, and noted their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. She felt his crotch through his jeans. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in Paris, not Anna.
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