“Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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