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A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!" Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. How was I to know what would happen? He always said if he couldn’t get you a dowry, you could take the veil.
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