“So you still think of me as husband, even though we have long since tired of each other. ” Annabel laughed hardly. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. John did not see her until the last period. She stared. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors.
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