For a few moments Mr. 'Slife! you are wonderfully altered. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. It was ended. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. He appeared suddenly from the infinite in the neighborhood of the Burlington Arcade, crossing the pavement toward her and with his eyes upon her.
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