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“You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. " "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. “I remember you now,” he said. Wood, was pronounced by that lady to be very much sprained; and she, forthwith, proceeded to bathe it with a reddish-coloured lotion. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. ’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded.
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