Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different order of being. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. ” She put on a short dress that was sky blue, with thick straps about the shoulders.
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