He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Annabel was in hiding all the time. ” An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these words. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below.
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