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. I have no right to love you. ” “You are very kind,” Anna said. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Their small talk continued. They have retired. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. Shakily, she rose with the sword and drove it through Rhea’s heart.
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