“It couldn’t be. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. " "Her ladyship will pass through it?" "Of course; there's no other way. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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