Wood again made his appearance in a more composed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, was induced to partake of some refreshment. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. She studied the face and tried to visualize the body, clothed in the dress which had created the spinsters' astonishment.
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