My arm's nearly well again. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. I'm heading for bed. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. And now, my angel, that I am acquainted with your sentiments on this subject, I shall readily fulfil a promise which I made to your lamented parent, whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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