” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. She was given a glimpse of his soul. ’ But I made sure it was you. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand. But for him she might have been alive and happy. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs.
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