He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. She positioned it over her arm, placing the firing end in Rhea’s mouth. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody.
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