They litter up the room. . My name is Annabel, not Anna. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. Charming girl.
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