The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. He was human. ” Annabel rose to her feet. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck.
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