“Not only that,” he answered. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout.
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