Twenty-one, twenty-two. Very glad. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. In a side-glance—for the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. At last the panel swung back into the library. He embraced her like her father once had. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. " "Alas!" cried Mrs.
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