” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me. But it was only six-thirty. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. With his foodle doo! "Peace!" cried Jack. Men do not understand constancy as women do. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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