Annabel, I cannot believe it. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. A paralyzing horror was upon her. " Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. It would have saved me much circumlocution, and you some suspense.
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