She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. Not entirely. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. In you—if you can love me—there is salvation. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre.
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