” She whispered. Then he threw the letter at me. ” Annabel laughed derisively and took up her book. "Your sympathy is being wasted. But before he suffered at Tyburn, he charged your mother to restore it. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. ” Anna looked at her steadily.
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