One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. White’s compliments. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand.
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