“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. 1. But he reckoned without his host. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ came from the lady in a furious tone, before the astonished Roding could respond. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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