Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. His face darkened. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. ” Her hands fell to her side.
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