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A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. “He is a sad blunderer. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget even as I have forgotten. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing.
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