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Had curiosity not held hiht have shot out from amidst the shrubbery and de The ritual was like so tales where the dead rose to walk the earth again

Next, she slipped the ribbon fro voice filled with heart and passion The last part of this strange custoh her mumbled words were inaudible

Was she reciting an incantation in a foreign tongue?

Had her emotions taken command of her vocal cords?

For a ht wake in a cold sweat and discover this was all a terrible night the ay past the ate

Lawrence trailed behind, his heartbeat pounding loudly in h

is ears, his racing pulse as erratic as his coached and ready to strike, he was so fixated on her move along the path

Hell’s teeth!

The wolanced back over her shoulder, and in a shrill voice said, “Who … who goes there?”

Should he make his move now, or follow her home?

Iot the better of him

“So” Lawrence stepped out onto the gravel path

The wo her hand to her chest as if afraid her heart aped at his black coat, black cravat, black breeches “Are you h-him?”

“Hiaze upon the face of the woman who, until now, lived only within the dark depths of his iination “To whom do you refer?”

“Are you the devil come to claim Mr Farrow?”