Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. Prudence. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. Wood. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. ' Why," said Ruth, "you did not read that to us. It will do its best to overlook things—” “If we let it, poor dear. And yet he knew clearly and definitely what he purposed to do, what the future would be. .
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