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. "He has passed this way," cried Jonathan, exultingly; "I have him safe enough. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding.
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