” Anna was silent. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. Go on and tell me. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard.
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