Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. "I must tell you," she was saying. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. Anna took up the pen, and signed, after a moment’s hesitation, A. She looked at him gravely and squinted. I keep on thinking of you. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist.
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