“I’m sorry. “Who are you—Annabel Pellissier or her ghost?” Anna laughed. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on.
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