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It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. I am fairly well hardened in iniquity—your iniquity, Annabel—but I decline to have a husband thrust upon me. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. . "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. You have shown an almost feverish anxiety to eliminate from your personal appearance all that reminded me of you —when we first met. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at absolute angles. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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