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Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. I have never wept since that day. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. “It was the night you left Paris. Paul's are his work. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said. If, when he returned, he blew out the light, she would go to bed; but if the light burned on for any length of time, she would go silently to the study curtain to learn if his agony was still upon him.
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