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Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. ’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked.
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