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All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. ’ ‘But you must. “It’s a nice holiday. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. “Annabel?” he exclaimed.
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