“Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful.
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