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“We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph. ’ He paused for the effect of his words to sink in, and then added, ‘Don’t be so ready to show hackle. ” Chapter II THE ADVENTURE OF ANNABEL The man spoke mercilessly, incisively, as a surgeon. ” She laughed softly. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. “I have the right of the man who loves you,” he declared.
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