Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. For fully five minutes he lay quite motionless. She distinctly shivered as he forced her to look at him. She was particularly charmed by his theory of friendship. The unequal battle went on. Wood obeyed. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. What isn’t a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery—and go!” “Go!” said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands. 4. “You will not even answer my letters. “He knows. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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