She leaned back in her chair. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. She waited expectantly. "Ruth?" "Hoddy!" she cried. The dog approached timidly, his tail going furiously.
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