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“I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. His hand rested heavily and cruelly upon Ruth's shoulder. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. Brendon. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. He knew that he could translate literally. It was, in his opinion, the most astonishing letter he had ever read.
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