“He is addressing a meeting of his constituents somewhere,” Annabel answered. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. This is not the conduct of a jeune demoiselle.
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