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“Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. The country was partitioned in a similar manner. “So far you’ve got me and I you. ” “I understand,” he said, doggedly. Footprints, and we have to toddle along in them, willy-nilly; and those who have the courage to step outside the appointed path are called pariahs!" "I'm afraid I shall not like this world very much. I should know you—in Heaven or Hell.
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