She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the shutters and opened them. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. ‘He told me everything, if you mean Gerald. And he unsheathed his sword. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes.
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