McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. Bordered by fine timber, the road occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect. Under another name,—not my own hateful one,—I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a reputation, or perish honourably. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed.
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