T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. "It happened, gentlemen," pursued the Master, "on a particular occasion, about
the time I've mentioned, that the Archduke of Alsatia, the Sovereign of the
Savoy, and the Satrap of Salisbury Court, met by accident at the Cross Shovels. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness,
Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose;
But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather,
She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. I care not. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts
to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still
worse upon her mind. "
"Graves. ‘Come,’ she called. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance.
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