Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Poe is all right, if you don't mind nightmares. Let me say it to you. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about.
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