The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. He did not come out of his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death.
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