Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. ” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. Wood, in a taunting tone. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was to again receive her future husband. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. They both listened intently. We are alone and we can say and do what we please. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek.
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