" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends.
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