Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. It is dull—deadly dull. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. And it filled seven sheets of notepaper, each written only on one side.
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