I am your very dutiful niece, aunt, and your most devoted
sister, Annabel. “Dear John,” she whispered. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. Something as yet
unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her
beliefs. She was writhing
to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s
damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her
right. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame
would be negligible. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window. “Cool. Then the foremost
bowed and passed on. I had not seen the courtyard in many years
and I was happy to dream of those times. She said that? To be closer to you?”
“I think she is plotting something, though I cannot
guess what. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found
behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose—
dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. She had been forced to buy herself
that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’
had yielded very disappointingly.
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