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He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. “After all,” he said, “I am not sure that you are not a very material person. This gloom was impossible. Occasionally she would be missing a sock or a bra, so she took to storing those things in her gym locker. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. They seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free.
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