She flushed with desire and happiness, her husband had returned to her and all would be aright. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. Annabel was in hiding all the time. "Perhaps that would have been best. They were the only real marriages she had seen clearly. I'm no mollycoddle. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream.
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