Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. Suffer me to precede you. “To-night we are as we have always been. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap.
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