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Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. "You are not. Milky sunlight spilled on the floor. And then, there would be the question of money. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for you, the whole song is for you. Spurling. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. ‘If ever I met such a pair of lunatics!’ ‘Give me that, Hilary,’ Gerald said at once, ignoring his remark and reaching out for the handkerchief.
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