The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. “I feel shabby and disgraced. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. She felt much better. But he wrote on.
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