For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. Sepulchre's bell is for ever ringing in my ears—oh!" "If that's the case," observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like to have such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over the chimney-piece.
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