Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. “Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. ” “The explanation seems to me to be reasonably simple,” Annabel said coldly.
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