“It is rather odd,” he said, “but I
always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. "You're inquisitive, young gentleman," replied Jackson, coldly. "Your son," answered the boy. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Manning
leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of
their married life.
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