She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. But why didn't you let me know they were coming. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her.
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