Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. \" Larry got up from his chair and trudged to the refrigerator, pouring himself a glass of milk from the never-ending supply of two percent. “Splendid it must be to be a composer. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine.
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