The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation.
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