In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. Tell me about your island. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion.
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