She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. Totally disregarding the pain, he picked up the nail, and reserved it for future use. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. ‘I live in Kent. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy.
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