A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. The command was sullenly obeyed, for the fellow did not appear to relish the rating. She wanted to live. “And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question.
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