Annabel was born
soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. “Perhaps. And when she took and married that Mr Charvill, we didn’t think to
see her at Remenham House no more. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done
for him. She were brought to bed a few days after Miss Mary. Is all your
house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking
round. I am ready to wait for you, to
wait your pleasure, to give all my life to winning it. ”
He contradicted himself by plunging into an exposition of motifs. It was finished by the
end of that year, each character having asserted itself
pronouncedly in my imagination.
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