‘It is precisely that point over which Melusine and I fell out. And look down, so. “Forgive me,” he said. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. All the influences about her worked with her own predisposition and against all the traditions of her home and upbringing to deal with the facts of life in an unabashed manner. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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