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He would have risen again, but for the
significance of the action. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her temples. He seized a tray, squatted on the
floor, and imitated the tom-tom. I don’t want to tear at you
with hot, rough hands. "I was afraid it would be so. "
"No; it is only—what shall I say?—troubled. “If I am,” he answered, reddening, “you can scarcely assert that it is without a
cause.
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