“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. They happen to a man. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. " CHAPTER IV. It was his turn to express astonishment.
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