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. ‘Just around it, Hilary, that’s all. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any ancient fanaticalism in his blood. Though not much passed the middle term of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age.
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