” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. She spoke slowly. It is no good.
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