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It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “It was,” she admitted. “Very sexy. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. He did not speak for a moment. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. “We must go. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. I did not reckon upon—him.
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