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Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. It would make the young wife unhappy. ‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all. A sense of impending disaster was upon him.
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