The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. They sell only their talents, not their bodies; they are not girls of the street. You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails.
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