Annabel entered. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. E. Ann Veronica was overcome by this amount of emotion. “The rest,” she said, holding tightly to his hands, “is the most important of all. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him.
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