It was time to get up. She was watching him intently. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have me. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. ‘That is the man who tries to kill me, but he wounded instead my servant. So the talk went on. All he will say is that she said so—as if anyone could believe a word the girl said. I am having them to my own soirée on Monday. . If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum.
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