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Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. What duty does a girl owe to any one before her father? Obedience to him, that is surely the first law. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. “Mr. Sheppard, paralysed by the threat. “No, I’m fine.
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