Hill closed his eyes. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate.
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