’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. When Capes glanced up at them for a moment, Manning seemed to be holding his arms all about her, and there was nothing but quiet acquiescence in her bearing. She hadn't measured up; she had been stupid; she hadn't known how to make love. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests.
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