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“My dear Anna,” he answered. She found herself trying on the baubles he
brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim
fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss
it. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands
frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a
dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door.
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