’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. I should have gone mad without it. He did not explain what had happened to her. ” “For the others,” Annabel said tearfully, “that is well enough. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. My heart cannot take it. You’re mine. ” An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these words. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. ’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily.
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