58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. ” Capes lifted her hand and kissed it. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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