The man's hands were white as putty against Pierre's sable coat, waving with outstretched fingers, imploring. They looked at each other. An image of herself breaking a pane and crying for help… but it was too late for that. She stopped to look through the letters on the upper hall table and Anne came up to her, dressed in riding kit.
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