It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness.
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