Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. I awaken easily. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. “I had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no address.
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