Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself.
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