She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Spurlock stepped into the room. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. I made her my unwilling confederate. My, um, my curfew.
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