“Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. "
"It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not,"
retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden
eloquence. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with
still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater
than his own. The porter instantly made his
appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses. She became aware of his presence as she had never been aware of any human
being in her life before. She watched the captain
tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. I don’t care. "She wouldn't let me go. “Perhaps,” he said, “I have been to blame.
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