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And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. I wonder. Then most horribly she was clasped about the waist from behind and lifted from the ground. It was a mad half-hour. " "Trying to.
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