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It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Mr. ” She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse, advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry canes. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch.
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