’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Very well, then. "That's for myself," rejoined Mrs. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. Sheppard, smiling through her tears.
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