" "Will you do it?" persisted Blueskin. ” Annabel shook her head. She came in now with an air of reserved solicitude. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. "No; I don't think I'd laugh. . ” She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse, advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry canes.
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