“Oh. ’ He received a glare from his captive. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight.
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