He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. You are not my husband. But Jack did not heed them. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. A sinister thought edged in. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas.
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