’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island.
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