“Annabel;” he moaned. ’ While he trod a deliberate path through the pink saloon towards the door, Gerald encouraged a flow of harmless chatter about the people Madame had met and the parties she had attended. ” She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled forehead. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. ) He hesitated.
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