Her father was holding her waist, smiling. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. ’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You must be got rid of, that is seen. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.
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