She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. “We will see that he doesn’t follow you. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. I didn’t know he had Italian relatives. It was Annabel’s. We dressed it in a little music. Let me walk you to the door.
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