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Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Other things came. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. He caught the smirk. Pragmar probably knew Mr. Michelle’s eyes were red and bloodshot. The main idea now is of the future. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. Also from the capital came news of grave fears for the safety of the royal family, who had moved there from Versailles. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy.
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