Then he
paused. 4. A light was visible in the garret,
feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and
overcast. “You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each
of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it
will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play
with words. "
"You will remain longer than you anticipate," muttered Wild. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a
moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not
struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring
it. ‘Help yourself, Hilary.
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