He made some obvious comments on the wide view warming toward its autumnal blaze that spread itself in hill and valley, wood and village, below. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and hardened her heart against him. Wood. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement.
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