The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. It was Annabel’s. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. She come home within a few months of the wedding. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. Old Bedlam 291 IX.
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