’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock was declining toward it. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity.
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