“Annabel,” she said brusquely. Trenchard glanced at the document. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. S. She twisted her fingers tightly. 196 Succeeded where she had not. I don’t play anything. I'd like to be alone now. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. " "Why not?" rejoined Mrs. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed.
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