Annabel was in hiding all the time. But I'm thinking of asking Josh Durkin. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. What was the objection? She found it impossible to look her own diffidence in the face. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. Sweatshirts and sweatpants were in for a while but they’re out now. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. Even her debt to him was a triviality now.
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