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And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing
slowly down her cheek. "
"But I'm a poor man. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that
she must not disturb him in this man-agony. The concourse
extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I
wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance
because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did
not approve. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was
forbidden. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it.
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