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Annabel Pellissier was not like the others, he said. My father thought the latter. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. A brief calm succeeded. He was consumed with desire. He and her father shook hands manfully. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory.
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