Mr. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. I am loved. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. You know that. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt.
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