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” Annabel yawned. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. Kneebone begged him to take the prisoner into the churchyard. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. “It is hateful—diabolical!” he exclaimed. ” Annabel rose slowly to her feet, walked to the door as though to see that it was shut, and came back with slow lagging footsteps.
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