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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. . The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. "Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. His fingers closed upon her hand. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. She's too pretty and unusual. “The man is dangerous.
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