‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. " "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. Anna, in her strange striking way, was radiantly beautiful. Throwing down the pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when Thames darted into the room.
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