She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. “I would not have you go for anything,” she answered. The pistol, it was not loaded. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. ’ ‘Ah, no?’ She saw his guard relax and lunged again. It’s just that I want to say. The wings stopped. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. A buxom piece, who looked, Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. .
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