“YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. He felt no pain from this cowardly kick. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago.
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