Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. I swear it. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried.
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