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Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. ‘That is, if she’s gone that way. And as these things should always be treated as matters of business, I'll just draw up a memorandum of our arrangement. My very sentences stumble and give way. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. She had very frizzy hair indeed, very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and waist, and an engaging smile. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. Pramlay lived for amenities and the mellowed surfaces of things. Anyhow, he did not sentimentalize her. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. Taber is the name. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living.
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