"Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. To tell Ruth anything, it would be necessary to tell her everything; and I cannot and you must not. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. It was her past now, not Annabel’s.
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