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‘To see Charvill. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. It felt too good. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. By your own showing you are in easy circumstances,—for it is only natural to presume that a man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally,—and you cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. ‘Before she can think of marriage, Melusine must prove her identity.
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