The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. She was
nearly dead. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than
life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her
chin resting upon the window-sill. I was orphaned a long time ago. “Well?” she said. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing.
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