A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. After all, life had still its pulsations. "My mother is avenged.
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