The boy would never know just how lucky he was. Sindlesham tried. She rolled to one side. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. Larry kept digging heartily into his spaghetti, not intrigued in the slightest. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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