“They might do you good,” she remarked. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. He recognized the face instantly. She knew she was a monster and so did they. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment.
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