It was her past now, not Annabel’s. . To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him.
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