Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She can be of use to me yet. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. “I’d run away with you in a heartbeat. But as the mystery which surrounded Ruth fell away that which enveloped her father thickened. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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