"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. “Hainault was Celeste’s friend, and Celeste was Annabel’s enemy,” Courtlaw said. In their happiest times, he was the most faithful and devoted of husbands. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. But he was not a father one could make much of. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. I'm no mollycoddle. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave.
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