“You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. ” She stared hard at her finger-nails. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. Marvel, then, took two iron weights, each of a hundred pounds, and placed them in the press. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you. Then, in a few years, he and Ruth might fare forth in comfort and security.
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