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Both started. "The feeling is dead within my breast. "It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. ’ Melusine withdrew her hand.
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