" "How?" exclaimed the other. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. Spurlock had not coached her on this line of conduct. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. That was Leonardo’s motto. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping).
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