Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. Mentally but not physically competent. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. ” She replied. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. “Queer letters he writes,” she said.
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