” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. She took her hat from the peg in the corner and began to put it on. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. “None, I thank you,” he answered. There are so many things I want to tell you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter. " "I don't wonder at it," rejoined Gay.
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