‘It needs not that you tell me. Not afraid of me, either. "Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. 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. That is the dreadful truth. He pushed her small hand into his jeans.
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