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Annabel yawned. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some
weight with you. But how
long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of
skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn
over in their graves. Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside
the motley!
Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round
a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and
endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. A common rage flushed their faces. He
was always in a state of semi-intoxication, but he was always gentle with me.
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