" At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. There it was—to be borrowed. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman.
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