” Annabel laughed softly. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him.
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