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"No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. He sent me flowers. But there was a face pressed to the glass. "Now, let's see who'll dare to take him down," she cried. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his shoulder. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. Spurling attended him as his nurse, and, under her care, he speedily revived. "Is it poison?" she asked.
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