“You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. Sebastian physically restrained her as she hit and scratched at him, trying to touch her mother who went swiftly into her death throes. Almost instantly she had recognized the fallacy of such a statement. She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew up before it. ” “Why not?” “Free woman—and equal.
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