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Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take it. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. ’ Relief flooded Melusine. ‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘allow me a very tiny intimacy. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts.
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