‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. Will you be a faithful and honest wife? Will you do your duty by him, and forget all your past follies? Unless, Annabel, you can——” “Oh, I will pledge you my word,” Annabel cried passionately, “my solemn word. “Lucy Albert. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side.
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