” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. ‘Of course. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses. "When I heard of your escape, I felt sure I should see you.
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