"Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. She helped him take it off. It is a big house and there are many rooms in which to hide. Rich folks, once. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. I hate what I am.
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