” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. " "Do not doubt me," replied Thames, warmly pressing his hand.
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