" With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. " "Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting. He was a philosopher. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. "She was mine before you ever saw her. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. But let the horses be in readiness.
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