Sir John stood upon the threshold. ‘Imbecile. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a little. I just wanted a breath of air. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings.
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