The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. And, yet, I don't know. Annabel thought, and thought again. ‘She knows them. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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