Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. ” Lucy said as they walked nearer to the floodlit area of an expansive new subdivision where ground was still being broken. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation.
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