Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life.
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