Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. . Three more people came to meet them at the door.
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