" At luncheon, preoccupied in thought, Spurlock did not notice the pallor on Ruth's cheeks or the hunted look in her eyes. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back. I tell you, that girl would jump into the sea, rather. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. I do not wish that the soldiers there will see it shine.
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