She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. . If I’d known, there would have been a different story. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different order of being. You know—if you want freedom. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided.
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