While he was thus employed a farming man came into the barn. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. “Thank you,” she said coolly. ” “They were my posters,” Annabel said. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. It is just how things happen to be. I've been hunting for this particular job for a thousand years!" She smiled a little sadly over this fine enthusiasm; for in her wisdom she had a clear perception where it would eventually end—in the veranda chair. She killed a man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his dealer. Those grand designs in the dome of St. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse.
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