“Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. Senior year started with a whimper. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. —'How so?' says I.
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