She rested her head upon his shoulder. She hissed in a breath and his eyes met hers. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire.
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