‘I do not know him. “Annabel;” he moaned. I waited for her at the back. What does she look like?’ ‘Black hair. What happened? Did you turn me?” “Yes, my love. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. 59 He was not present during the night the next morning, or the next, or the next. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
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