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He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl. It felt too good. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. I don’t care. I put my foot down like—like adamant. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. “It’s jolly of you to come,” said Ramage. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!" And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword.
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