" "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood. The house became joyous again with the talk of babies and wedding festivities. ” “Why do you think so?” she asked. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. You won't have him long. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently.
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