It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. We remember it. But I will never—never return. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. He said nothing. It was Annabel who spoke. ” He sat like a man turned to stone. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears.
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