“He can’t be more than thirty. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. . I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls.
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