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“Very sincerely yours, “ANN VERONICA STANLEY. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. \" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. "Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business! Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand the brunt for his own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. Presently you will see that I am right, and then you shall take your vacation over here, and we will be good comrades again. "What does Mr. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. But two weeks later he returned.
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