“I am glad,” she told herself, “I came. The panel in
the bookcase. I think John
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will be there. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. After a while he spoke again. You represent to me an enigma,
the solution of which has become the one desire of my life. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. She
thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for
the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster
family about how excited she was. For freedom at least. He bore it as long as he could, watching all
the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her
guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. The sky beyond was a surreal
color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had
once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden
lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings.
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