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His spirits began to rise. Above her head was an aura of white fire. This done, he followed the course which Jack had just taken. " Jonathan made no reply, but ordered his myrmidons to drag the prisoner along. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it.
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