It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. “Hey, John. . "You won't betray him. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. But be patient, I am your fast friend. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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