‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. ToC Mrs. 2. CHAPTER III. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not hold them. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece.
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