And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. Nicholas is dead. All this was exciting and entertaining. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. That she was provoked by his interference was obvious. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria.
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