. Gerald lost his head. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. “Mr. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said. She walked across to this apartment and, opening the door a little wider, discovered a press section of the movement at work. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. But pathologically, he is still on the edge.
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