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I want to
be whatever I can to you. 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. But I
am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. Jonathan had not deceived him. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little
porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. . We all get
deceived sometimes. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. ‘But can you? You don’t know Melusine for Mary Remenham’s daughter, any
more than I do. There was the cottage she had
inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church
she had prayed. I let him take me to the English
Embassy, and we went through some sort of a ceremony.
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