I worshipped her and subdued myself. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. Lucy, would you like to be my date for the silly little dance they call the Junior Prom?\" There was a pregnant pause as she digested the information. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about. Annabel thought, and thought again.
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