”
“You have nothing to tell me?”
“Nothing!”
So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick travelling
veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed carriage. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about
everything since I was sent to this prison. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected
to hear. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. He is probably very wealthy. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients,
and with passionate petulance rejected them all. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but
still curiously persistent. \"What about scholarships?\"
\"Can't get 'em if your parents are rich. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a
boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I
am, you see. “Because I hate you!” She spat.
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