’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. Soon, they fattened up, their cheeks rosy and their hair shining. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate.
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