“I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. “Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right.
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