Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life.
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