" Her island! How well he knew it, thought Spurlock, for all he lacked the name and whereabouts! Suddenly a new thought arose and buffeted him. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. Her eyes noted it mercilessly. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. "Is there anything wrong with it?" "Wrong? Why, you have been imposed upon somewhere. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice.
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