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" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. F. A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too much exposed. Had he not said so? Not that she wished him to marry her. . “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. Perhaps my wife has already prepared you for what I wish to say. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. "In case he should consent—" "He never will," interrupted Winifred. ’ She focused on Gerald’s face. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance.
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