” Annabel laughed hardly. I burned it. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. Opening the trap-door, he then descended to the vaults —searched each cell, and every nook and corner separately. “Is this a concession to Mrs.
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