Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. "Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains.
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