E. 4. I never could. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. She had eaten them. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors.
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