The fire crackled; a slight wind curled around the house, bringing faint voices from outside. She stopped to look through the letters on the upper hall table and Anne came up to her, dressed in riding kit. A thin figure crossing the room in the background, someone who hadn't been there before… no, hallucinating now. Charli, where's Karl? she said.
She sounded… terribly upset. To suck him dry and leave him humiliated, terrified, pleading forgiveness. To be in such pain and only to be released from it by death—it makes me feel a kind of awe. What are we going to do? said Charlotte.
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