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"I don't believe you've co

over the crouching figure "You've come here to make trouble--to hound

the life out of ht never see you again What

could I want of you, Lennox Sanderson?"

The measured contempt of her tones was not without its effect He

winced perceptibly, but his coarse instincts rallied to his help and

again he began to bully: "Sparewo

to , it's your own

fault I offered to take care of you and provide for your future, but

you received old'

style, that I was not prepared to accept If, as you say, you never

wish to see o away?"

His cold-blooded indifference, his utter withdrawal froestion that she should go because

it suited his pleasure to remain, maddened Anna The blood rushed to

her pale cheeks and there ca beauty with it She