I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. Plainly. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. These things did not harmonize with his conception of the forthcoming (if unavoidable) interview. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Opals.
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