Not alone with her, that’s sure. "I knew him at once. Or I should have made love to you long
ago. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I
went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a
few verses. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. I'll tell you something. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes. ”
Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her
as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery.
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