Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. ‘Mademoiselle, there is a way to win to freedom and prosperity.
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