His literary instincts were reviving. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. '" "Slave?" echoed Jack. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. ’ The fellow seized on this. Arrived in Paris she remembered that she had not the money for a fiacre. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky.
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