“Cheer up, Annabel. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. You don’t want to look like Bozo. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path.
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