Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. “I’ve got it. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak.
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