“She has gone down into the country. I knew where I would go next: Florence. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. And Mother trusted him. " Ruth did so, but without any particular fervour. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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