Annabel is my only sister, you know, almost my only relative. She could not feel her
own body. From time to time the man
below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a
harpist, only to recover them instantly. The man was mad to marry me. “Do you play an instrument?”
“I play the fiddle sometimes. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw
their broad arms over this pleasant spot. ”
“Very well,” the man answered. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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