Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. ” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it.
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