Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. ’ ‘Oh, do they?’ Gerald said, sudden wrath kindling. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. All her life Martha had been there. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. ‘Yes, miss.
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