After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. What you’re after is too risky. Decidedly this was imbecile. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. He was caressing an idea.
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