“Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. Through the gloom he distinctly perceived the dome of St. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip.
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