“Fancy stabbing a man for jealousy!” she thought. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it.
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