F. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. " "I can avenge her," cried Jack in a terrible tone. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered.
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