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“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. It was horrible, but she must do it. This time she tried to kill me with a dagger. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. And of course! She had a brilliant idea. D. “Quite unusually cold for the time of year,” he said. . Honestly, I never did.
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