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Annabel entered. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. " "What faith is to be kept with a felon?" replied the woollen-draper, disdainfully. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors.
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