"Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. " "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. ” “I don’t care if it does,” said Ann Veronica. His tone was kind and sympathetic.
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