Annabel thought, and thought again. Wood was not particularly fortunate in his own matrimonial connections. But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. We can be married tomorrow in Paris. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips.
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