But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. She forced herself not to think of John. ” She relented. She waited expectantly. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard.
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