” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. She will not confide in me. . ’ Gerald opened his eyes at her. Latterly I’ve been doing things. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls.
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