A terrible spectacle was presented to the young man's gaze:—the floor deluged with blood—the mangled and lifeless body of Mrs. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. . ‘I want a word with you, my lad. But you are Annabel. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience.
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