At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. . He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. ” “It is hard to be distant from your own mother. Stir a foot, and I strike. ” Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. But we cannot discuss this here. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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