I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall become my wife!’” He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep feeling. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. She must kill this man, or kill herself. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Meysey Hill—never your wife. ” His face darkened.
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