They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. " "My negligence, Mr. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. ” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. Lucy followed her. " "Mine is Howard Spurlock. It would have been very well if she had been some common creature who might have been bought off. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one.
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