She will not confide in me. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. “I don’t see that his being a good sort matters. She ran 60 past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led to the ocean. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity.
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