Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged. “You must not think of me as one. , like to forget all about it—even their names.
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