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The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. “I don’t think I shall. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain.
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