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“Annabel,” she said brusquely. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. I could not dream of loving you. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand. "But I like Bobby Burns best. “Yes, but I act older than I look. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. " "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man.
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