She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. . . There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. We fixed that. When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought.
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