The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. I should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. For a moment he did not recognize Annabel. She sensed that he was looking for her. Oriental rugs adorned the sea of shiny hardwood floors, kept polished with an eye for detail that bordered on Japanese. All this— the island and its affairs—was an old story; but her own peculiar distaste had vanished to a point imperceptible, for she was seeing the island through her husband's eyes, as in the future she would see all things. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves.
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