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Updated: May 16, 2025

Lane looked down at her, at her glistening auburn hair, and slender, white, ringed hand clutching the cushions, at her lissom shaking form, at the shapely legs in the rolled-down silk stockings and he felt a melancholy happiness in the proof that he had reached her shallow heart, and in the fact that this was the moment of loss. "Good-bye Helen," he said. "Daren don't go," she begged.

Zane Grey - The Day of the Beast