Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. She drew a long breath. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. I don't believe his name is Taber. ’ ‘Yes, but I do not wish to have a mystery.
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