It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
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