“Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. ” She said bitterly. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Annabel thought, and thought again. Then she called a hansom and drove home.
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