He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. Annabel had been here then. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. Norris says she's dying. I have never seen a lagoon. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself.
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